She came to me one night,

A young woman dressed in white,

Her voice was calm and sweet,

But her eyes were filled with deceit,

She spoke to me in a soft tone,

One that sounded much like my own,

She was both cunning and sly,

Jealousy was a fact too obvious to deny,

She blamed others for her mishapen,

And lusted for that of another,

A grin began to grow on her face,

As I looked at her with distaste,

The words she spoke next pierced my heart,

I was completely torn apart,

"Have you, my friend, no recollection,

I am your reflection."

-Reba Paul